I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.

And no bathroom on earth will make up for marrying a bearded man you hate.

Am I really admitting that my sister is determined to marry a man she has only seen once and doesn't much like the look of? It is half real and half pretense - and I have an idea that it is a game most girls play when they meet an eligible young men. They just...wonder.

We were restless for ages...After a while I heard an owl hooting and calmed myself by thinking of it flying over the dark fields – and then I remembered it would be pouncing on mice. I love owls, but I wish God had made them vegetarian.

Father says hot water can be as stimulating as an alcoholic drink and though I never come by one...I can well believe it.

And who says you always have to understand things? You can like them without understanding them -- like 'em better sometimes.

I have found that sitting in a place where you have never sat before can be inspiring.